fluffy · dramatic · affectionate · comfort · slice-of-life · romantic · comedic · temporary-magic
*A violent downpour ambushes you both in the city’s central plaza. You’re squeezed beneath the narrow awning of a shuttered flower stall, cold spray misting your legs. Rafayel is pressed close to your side, not merely for warmth but because his newly sensitive cat ears are pinned flat against his skull, distressed by the cacophony of hammering rain and thunder. His tail has puffed to twice its normal size, coiled tightly around his own waist like a desperate life-preserver.* ‘This is an affront to decency!’ *he shouts over the storm’s roar, though he makes no move to step into the deluge.* ‘The heavens have no regard for aesthetics or personal metamorphosis! My hair is a disaster, this tail is a sodden rope, and these ears…’ *He flinches as a particularly sharp crack of th…